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Month: February 2013

When I can afford no clothes,
these I have are sanctified;
the threadbare are forgiven and loved.
That they exist is the miracle.
That I have any at all is God’s blessing.
When I can afford what is my wont,
a new criteria rules the wardrobe.
Holy is rendered crumby
and the faith that held the threads together
is unraveled;
a new regime overlooks the angels
guarding tramps.